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the day's overcast enough for nobody to need the weather channel. jeongguk should've switched to another station.

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AAA first post~*~* nothing_happens.txt

“kisses?” jeongguk jerks, hand almost slipping off the steering wheel. jimin tsks. “always tell you to put both hands on the wheel.” “we barely swerved,” jeongguk points out. “if i’d had both on we might’ve gotten skewered.” there’s a moment of silent consideration before jimin just shoves something in the side of his face. “kisses,” jimin insists. there’s crinkly plastic digging into his cheek, and jeongguk tries not to be a little disappointed at the offer of more hersheys. he’d been expecting - “suit yourself,” jimin shrugs, taking the bag back. “i’ll have them all, then.” “uh huh.” jeongguk fiddles with the radio, doesn’t find anything except static and the weather. he can feel jimin staring at him. usually jeongguk phases everything out - the other racers, the stress, the audience’s eyes on him and the occasional injury (emphasis on occasional, because he’s good, dammit) - but with jimin, he becomes almost hyperaware. if jimin were to swallow, jeongguk would manage to hear it, with roof down, wind screaming and all. half a foot away and jeongguk can almost feel jimin blink. it’s crazy. jeongguk’s wired all over, really, he’s just thinking too hard about - just thinking too hard and imagining everything. “the weather?” jimin says, after sighing, and jeongguk shakes himself inwardly, flicking his gaze back from the side view mirror to the windscreen. he knows what’s being implied, but evades anyway. “been hanging around yoongi hyung a lot.” he’s gotten better at sidestepping. at hanging tight as the car shrieks around him and buffets against his will through the aftermath. (the first time, jimin had been in tears. jeongguk had just stared up at the sky dumbly, wanting to say, don’t, it’s okay, i’m fine as long as you are, but his mouth was bleeding and his vision was turning all shit.) beside him now, jimin snorts. “good one.” another silent consideration moment. he would tell jimin to spit it out if he didn’t know what was coming. “not my best today,” jeongguk says, before jimin can open his mouth. sometimes all that concern was tiring. sometimes jeongguk just wants it simple; not warm, not crowding-into-his-space, not trying-to-be-comforting but comforting in just what it could stand for, what jimin could be and do without trying. “you really going to have all those kisses?” he adds. they’re at a signal, so he brakes. the tires protest, the red traffic light throwing a sheen over jimin’s hair. it’s mesmerizing. jeongguk flits his gaze in the opposite direction. “no,” jimin says, kicking his shoes off and curling up on the seat. “was gonna leave a few for you anyway. i’m not totally barbaric.” jeongguk wants this side of easy; the slightly-rough patch, nails digging in, flickers of amusement. “could’ve fooled me.” jimin scoffs as the signal blinks green. reflex-like, jeongguk lifts his foot off the brake before slamming on the gas. the entire car jerks forward, both of them hissing. “this isn’t street racing,” jimin’s exasperated. “how many times do i have to tell you to chill. and this is my car.” but he’s looking at jeongguk worriedly, hand coming back up - empty this time, and soft - to feel his cheek, his forehead. jeongguk basks in it. “you could keep telling me,” he suggests, but he’s got the sense to shrug apologetically and lean into the touch. not that he needs sense to lean into the touch. god. jimin’s thumb rubs a little over his cheekbone before his hand drops down, onto jeongguk’s thigh. again, jeongguk feels jimin’s gaze. again, he stares straight ahead. “you’re needy,” jimin concludes, eventually, and pulls his hand back until it’s resting on jeongguk’s, on the gear. “no,” jeongguk lies. “i didn’t want the kisses.” jimin laughs, and he can hear it and he can feel it, and it softens all those edges and wears him down. he feels his shoulders drooping a little, less tense, less pressure. and jimin’s eyes are still on him. “oh, look at you.” there’s a smile in jimin’s voice. jeongguk returns it with a quick grin in the rearview mirror. they’re on the highway, not a single car in sight. how long have they been driving? “sure,” jeongguk agrees. “look all day. i can sympathize.” another moment, stretching long over his skin. it brings a little panic up, and he keeps slowing down, did he say something wrong, did he - “don’t,” jimin says, voice quiet. it sounds like he blurted it out, like it’s urgent. jeongguk starts pressing harder on the brake. “look at me, too.” jeongguk brakes completely, car on the side of highway, jimin next to him, breath coming shaky all of a sudden, pulse coming hard all of a sudden. jeongguk closes his eyes, leans back against the headrest. “come on,” jimin laughs, and it wavers a little. “i’m not all that bad. dressed up a bit, today.” jeongguk sucks in a breath. “is it the sunglasses? is it because they’re heart shaped?” jimin’s started teasing, and this is the kind of easy he’d wanted five minutes ago but it’s not the kind of... anything that he wants now. he turns and opens his eyes. jimin’s right there, smiling at him, looking uncertain. sunglasses folded on the dashboard, knees up to his chest, and jimin - and jimin - and. “hey,” jimin smiles. “quit it. not all that great, either.” and a click somewhere in his mind, just like that, all back to normal, all safe and sound and. “i take it back,” jeongguk sighs, reaching out to undo jimin’s seatbelt. “c’mere. i want a bit of those.” he points to the bag, crinkled and sad and forgotten. the shiny wrapping on the kisses have dulled. “sure,” jimin laughs, getting it and leaning in. “whatever you want.” his breath hits jeongguk’s lips soft and warm, and jeongguk closes his eyes, arms coming around jimin’s shoulders. “want you,” jeongguk manages, voice thick, and wishes he could take it back, wishes he could always say it. “all the time.” “good,” jimin whispers, and tangles his hands in jeongguk’s hair, tugs him closer. - # tyyyyyyyyyy 2 ree-chan who made me start shipping jiguk last year. my life has Changed since. # DONT ASK ME idk what's happening either, just imagine them singing drive by halsey